A Love Restored

I can’t believe this, Can’t believe his nerve. How can he be so cruel? Treating me like some kind of plaything? Like some kind of slut he can fuck one night and then use as he pleases whenever, wherever he wants?

And what is wrong with me? Letting him finger me in the middle of that pizza place with all our friends and our fucking Donna sitting right there?

Jesus Christ

When he comes to get his tattoo done today, I’m going to tell Gabriel to do it. I want nothing, absolutely nothing to do with Julian anymore. Especially when there’s nothing in our future.

I’m watching Netflix on my phone, taking a break after a long, elaborate tattoo I’ve just done when the front door bell chimes.

He’s here.

I don’t look up.

“GinevraOriginal content from NôvelDrama.Org.

1. But i can feel it.

“He says in greeting.

I fucking hate his voice. I fucking hate the way he looks. I fucking hate him.

And I fucking know all that’s a lie.

I look up and give him a fake smile, “Hi, Capo Bastone”

“It’s Julian to you, you know that.”

“No, I don’t think that privilege should be mine, Capo Bastone, considering we’re not that close.”

Julian smirks. “Ginevra, I know what your pussy tastes like. How much closer do you want us to be?”

I flush. “Clearly, Capo Bastone,” I say, and watch Julian stalk over to me as I speak. He kneels down so we’re eye level. “It was a mistake on both our parts. I think we

should put that behind us and never touch each other again.”

“A mistake, Ginevra?” He chuckles, and I hate him for it. It makes me feel helittled, as if he’s so superior than me, as if he knows me more than I do. “Why? Didn’t you like the way I fucked you? Or did you want it to be someone else? Nico, perhaps?”

Julian’s finger wraps around a tendril of my hair, and he tugs, sending a zing of electricity up my spine.

I am so fucked up to be liking this. So fucked up to be liking him treating me like this. But his cocky attitude and his dominant demeanour is making me think things I should definitely not be thinking of

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answer. Julian’s fingers trail down my face, into my mouth. He doesn’t have to do much. Even though I’ve said a thousand times that I hate him,

Snort cocaine off his skin if he’d ask me to, I would lick love from his hands like a fucking animal,

He withdraws his fingers as quickly as he’d put them in, not giving me a chance to taste him. To let him know that I want him so bad I’d let him take me right here, right now,

Julian tugs at my hair. “Answer me, Ginevra “

“No.” I cry out. “No. I don’t want Nico. But I’m not going to be some kind of whore you just fuck whenever you want to.”

“Oh, I will fuck you whenever I want, Ginevra. Have no doubts about that.” He says, and God, does it turn me on. “But you’re not a whore, Ginevra You’re mine. My girl. The star of my fucking wet dreams.”

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in a sharp breath. Julian’s eyes are dark.

This is all happening too soon. Too fast. It makes me dizzy. Makes my head tum, trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. And what the fuck is wrong with him to suddenly want me.

Chapter 128

I stand up abruptly, and step away from him. I need space away from him. His proximity takes away all sanity from my system.

“You need to stop playing with me, Capo Bastone. Why do you suddenly want me?”

Julian smirks. “It doesn’t matter,

er, Ginevra,” He says. “What matters is that I want to fuck you

I

into oblivion. Lose the clothes.”

I gulp. “Capo Bastone, you are here to get a tattoo. You should be the one losing the clothes.”

He throws his head back and laughs. And my God, does it make my heart flutter like a fucking butterfly.

Julian takes my hand lightly and leads me to a private e room where we do the tattoos and piercings on people who don’t want others to see them. He pushes me inside roughly, and shuts the door behind him.

“There’s no one else here. I need to keep a check. We could get robbed.” I say, fighting me way past him, trying to open the door.

“Is that so?” He smiles, Too bad for you.”

And then Julian begins to take off his clothes.

Because I’m a fucking fool in love. A fucking fool in lust.

“You need to stop.” I tell him as he starts unbuttoning his shirt, Julian smiles. He takes his deliberate time taking off his shirt, popping buttons leisurely, looking at me straight in the eyes.

His eyes are my undoing. The blue, the green, continuously reminding me of what I could never have since the beginning of time. And now I’m staring into the two

pools of colour as he strips in front of me.

My eyes lower on their own accord.

We stay like that for a moment maybe ten seconds, but it feels like forever.

Julian reaches out and touches my face with his fingertips.

“Why, Ginevra,” He chuckles, “What a submissive pose.”

It’s not. I’m not.

My eyes dart up to look at him severely. He has just taken off his shirt.

“No.” I tell him. “I do not want to look at you, Capo Bastone.”

“You’re going to do that if you’re going to ink me,”

I roll my eyes. “Where do you want it?”

“On my lower back,” he says, and fires up an image on his phone. It’s a small tribal design, and It’s so pretty it makes me want to get it.

“It’s beautiful.” I tell him. “What does it mean?

Julian shrugs. 1ll tell you, someday.”

He lays down a recliner on his stomach and summons me with a flick of his finger.

“Let’s get started, darlin.”